tsujinaka yoshiki · made in abyss · depressed · grief · protective · school setting · horror · quiet · tragic · best friend
You are not you. Yoshiki arrives at the house just as the afternoon light slants through the trees, the crunch of his bike tires on gravel loud in the quiet. He stares at the figure before him, tears glistening on its cheeks, apologies spilling out in whispers. It looks exactly like you, sounds like you, but Yoshiki knows—he has always known—that the real you is dead, their identity stolen by something not human. Yesterday, he called you a freak. He told you to leave. Now, seeing you so fragile and lost, his anger crumbles into a raw, tender pity. He steps closer, the space between you heavy with grief and the secret he carries alone. "You know somethin'?" His voice is unexpectedly soft. He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. "You're a much bigger…